FIRST & ANYTHING

by Laura Avery

  “I…” I tried to speak but I was at a loss. My legs felt like liquid, ready to crumble into him at any moment. I knew I should push him away, I barely knew him! But, just like the other night, I felt helpless and turned on. God, I was so turned on. What scared me more than the hold he had on my body was how bad I didn’t want him to stop.

  I wanted him to keep going, to take me away.

  All of me.

  Shit.

  “Are you having trouble talking?” he joked, knowing just what he was doing to me. I felt his tongue swirl around the outside of my ear and nibble gently and I pushed my hands into the front of his shirt, crumpling the fabric between my fingers. “And, like I've already told you, Hannah, I’m all man.” He pushed his center against mine, showing me how hard he was through his jeans as proof.

  Damn, he felt so big.

  So big.

  And then just like the girl from the other night, the girl from the café popped into my head. All long legs and blonde hair, perfect for anyone who had the privilege of looking at her. Nathan had a huge cock, that much was clear, and I would have no idea what to do with it.

  I wasn’t like the girls he was used to being with. I was inexperienced, shy, and completely out of my league when it came to Nathan and his double-jointed fan club. Every time I let these little moments linger was another second I was kidding myself. I somehow found the strength to push his hands off me and moved around him to the other side of the small space.

  I crossed my hands over my chest; not wanting him to see how hard my nipples had grown. “What do you want from me, Nathan?” I had meant for it to come out bold and powerful but it sounded small and weak, even to my ears.

  He sighed and ran his hands back and forth over the side of his neck, not missing a beat. “I have a proposition for you,” he announced. He said it with a serious face, not giving away a single flake of emotion. I was starting to wonder if there was ever a situation where he wasn’t in control.

  “A proposition?” I repeated.

  “My families kind of a big deal,” he stated it as a fact. “And there’s a lot going on right now, a lot of big business moves.” He moved closer to me again, training his eyes on mine. “It’s been brought to my attention that in order to move forward with certain decisions, I need to make myself more likable to certain shareholders. That involves many steps, one of which is getting into a relationship.”

  I huffed in shock. “What does that have to do with me?”

  He raised his eyebrows and pushed his hands into his pockets.

  My mouth hung open and I tried not to pass out. Surely he couldn’t be implying what I thought he was implying here. “You’re not… are you asking me to be your girlfriend?”

  He rolled his eyes like I was a child and let out an exasperated sigh. He was losing his patience with the situation. “Of course, I’m not asking you to be my girlfriend, Hannah, I don’t do girlfriends.”

  And if he did they wouldn’t look like me.

  “I’m asking you to enter into a business arrangement with me,” he continued. “Me and you will have some public appearances together for the next month, show people I’m not the playboy they perceive me to be…”

  “But you are a playboy,” I pointed out.

  “And in return,” he ignored me. “I will sign off on your silly little article.”

  My heart lunged into my chest. The article. He would sign off on the article if I pretended to be his girlfriend for a month? I closed my eyes and refused to meet his eyes. This was a horrible idea. Deep down I knew this wouldn’t end well for me, I could barely stand to be in the same room with him for more than twenty seconds without crumbling and he wanted me to pretend to be his girlfriend?

  “With an article like that,” he continued, sensing my hesitation, “you could get a job anywhere you wanted after graduation. Hell, who knows what kind of doors that kind of exposure could open up for you.”

  I bit down on my lip, rolling the options over in my head. As much as I hated to admit it to myself, he was right. I didn’t want to pretend to be Nathan Cummings girlfriend, I was used to flying under the radar and a man like him was meant to stand out, but what choice did I really have? My professor wasn’t going to give me another name and Nathan was right, the exposure would do wonders for my career, granted the article got picked up.

  Nathan talked like he knew for sure it would be.

  Ugh, he was so full of himself.

  I shook my head. “Why me? There are hundreds of girls here who would die for the chance…”

  “No,” he cut me off. “It has to be you. I don’t need any drama when this thing is over. I don’t want anyone thinking it’s more than it is and I definitely don’t want some blonde cheerleader who looks like she’s hooked up with half the student body.” He looked me up and down slowly. “I need someone pure.”

  I tried not to show my embarrassment.

  He needed a virgin.

  “You’re scared,” Nathan whispered.

  “No,” I snapped. “I’m not.” God, did he have to always get so far under my skin? I wanted to wipe the smug look off his face so bad. I could do this. I would just have to make sure I didn’t get too caught up in him. I would just have to remind myself that it was a business agreement. “Fine, I’ll do it,” I told him as if it was no big deal. “But I hope you don’t think this means anything extra is going to happen between the two of us,” I smirked, suddenly feeling bold. “I may be on your arm out there but my pants will stay on in here.”

  He chuckled softly and then closed the distance between us rapidly, shoving my body against the wall in back of us. “Oh, Hannah,” he whispered dangerously, sending chills up and down my body. “Trust me, I’m not going to touch you until you ask me to. I won’t put myself inside of you until you’re fucking begging for my huge cock to fill up every inch of your tightness,” he laughed again. “And after your begging me to start, Hannah, you’ll be begging me to not stop.”

  I gasped and he moved away from my body, heading toward the door and swinging it open. “We’ll talk details later,” he called over his shoulder, the sureness dripping from his tone.

  I leaned forward once he was gone, trying to regain my composure, and in that moment I knew three things for sure. The first was that this was a very bad idea. The second was that I was going to have to fight like hell to make sure Nathan didn’t end up stealing my heart at the end of this.

  And the third? Well, the third was that it was only a matter of time before Nathan had my virginity in the palm of his hands. I was his for the taking. And that was fucking terrifying.

  And thrilling.

  And exhilarating.

  And dangerous.

  Oh, God…

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  CUTTER: RED SIN MC

  BY ALEXA RYNN

  Copyright 2016 Alexa Rynn, all rights reserved.

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  Chapter One

  GRACE

  The bar was pretty dead that night which was the first thing that rubbed me the wrong way. It wasn't unusual for guys from the club to want and meet me out for a drink. It was a super public gesture after all, and if they were trying to prove they had nothing to do with a crime they would want to be seen. Unless they were married… sometimes the married ones wanted to avoid public altogether.

  Still, the bar had been too dead.

  The door slammed shut behind me and the image of a
coffin being pushed shut flashed through my mind for some reason. Something about it had felt… completely wrong.

  But Ace had texted me, asking to meet him here, just like I'd done a million nights before. He was one of the safest clients I had. So, where the hell was he?

  "You must be Grace." A man approached me from the right.

  I jumped a little and then cursed myself. Two years into this you would think I'd know not to show any fear by now. I forced a smile. "Do I know you?" The guy was about twice my size, dressed in all black with longer blonde hair. I searched his arms for tattoos, for any signs of who he was or what motorcycle club he was affiliated with.

  I had never seen him with any of the Red Sin members before but that didn't mean much, they had a lot of members. Plus dozens more on guest or probation periods.

  It was no use. No flesh had been exposed.

  Another warning?

  He smiled. "I'm Fire, Ace sent me. He should be here any second, he got caught up doing something." He looked me up and down, his eyes pausing on my short skirt. "Can I get you a drink?"

  Ace was never late. Not once in the last year.

  I glanced around the bar. "I'm not sure anyone is working."

  Fire chuckled and placed his hand on my back, guiding me further into the room. "That's okay, I ordered you something already." I noticed a pink liquid sitting on the edge of the bar.

  Who knew what was in it.

  The door to the bar swung open and I glanced behind me, hoping I would see Ace but it was a few other guys. Relief washed over me for a second, this was Red Sin territory, and if this guy wasn't with them they would know. Both dressed in black, they paused by the door and stared at us.

  "I was starting to think you guys weren't coming." There was an edge in Fire's voice, an annoyance that told me the guys were going to pay for being late later on.

  "Sorry," the first man said. He was older, bald with a long skull tattoo starting at his chin and wrapping around his neck. "You know we wouldn't miss this. Wouldn't want to let Ace down."

  He and the second guy shot each other an amused look and then Skull turned around and clicked the lock over on the door. Stupid, how could I have been so stupid? I had spent months avoiding situations just like this one.

  "Ace usually discusses it with me beforehand if it's going to be a group affair." I tried to keep my voice calm, the sooner they realized I was on to them the sooner they would stop being polite.

  "Oh, I'm sure it just slipped his mind." The third man said. They were all right behind me now, too close. "Here, let me make you more comfortable."

  He yanked my jacket off me roughly then tossed it onto the bar. "Damn, no wonder everyone goes crazy for that ass." He slapped it through my skirt.

  "Let me see," Skull demanded. "Oh, yeah, that's nice." He gave it a squeeze while he and the other guy chuckled. "I bet it would look even better with my tongue between those cheeks." More laughing.

  I pulled away from their touch.

  "Gentleman," Fire snapped. "Where are your manners?" He looked from them to me and then down to my ass. He took his finger and traced it along the outline of my tank and bra. "You'll have to excuse my friends here, they are still learning about how one should address a woman such as yourself."

  His fingers felt like slime on my skin.

  "So how should we address you?" Fire continued. "Do you prefer slut or whore?" The two other guys busted out in fits of laughter. Fire glanced at them, happy that they were hanging on his every word.

  They were done playing nice.

  I knew it was a long shot but I made a run for it anyway. Skull had me by the back of my hair within seconds and slammed my back against the bar. "Where do you think you're going, bitch?" He leaned down and licked me across the face, grinning.

  Fire turned to the other guy. "Get the shades." The guy scurried off to close the blinds. "Let me see her, Skull," Fire snapped, coming closer to us. "Remember the rules, I get to have my fun first."

  Skull backed away, looking impatient.

  Fire got closer to me and pushed a piece of hair behind my ear. "Are you going to fight?" He leaned in closer to me and whispered. "I love it when they fight."

  I tried to control the water forming behind my eyes.

  I pushed him off me and lunged for my jacket on the other side of the bar. "YES!" Fire screamed, snatching me by the neck and yanking me back. "YES! FIGHT, BABY, FIGHT!" He laughed loudly, an evil and thrilling look in his eyes. "THAT GETS ME SO HOT!"

  He shoved his crotch against me to prove his point.

  "Whoa, look at what we have here, boss." Skull had searched my jacket and found the small gun I carried on me. "Looks like our little whore was going to try and shoot you."

  Fire looked at the gun then back at me. "Is that so? Were you going to try and shoot your daddy, whore?" He smacked me across the face and when I gasped he laughed then did it again. "What's wrong? Isn't that how you like it? Rough and hard?"

  The guy who had been closing the blinds reappeared and shook his head. "No, remember, boss, she's a fake whore. Word on the street is that all those rumors about how crazy she is in bed are just that… rumors.” He moved closer to me. “I’m not so sure, though, she needs a little test run.”

  He was right, but I didn't know how he knew. I didn't care that from the outside it looked like I was sleeping with an entire MC. The truth was a hell of a lot less thrilling.

  Red Sin members paid me to pretend that I had been with them at times they were really off committing crimes. Or to be seen out with me at times they knew for sure certain things would be taking place.

  It was pretty smart, actually. I'd gotten tons of members out of jail time because of it in the past few years.

  Fire nodded. "Only a bunch of frauds would allow that. That's why she fucks around with a bunch of pussies, if she came over to The Misfits she would know what it felt like to fuck around with some real men."

  Dread came over my body as I realized they were a part of The Misfits, the rival gang of most of my clients. I had made the decision to only mess around with members of the Red Sin from the beginning. It just made sense. They had been the biggest and fasting growing MC gang in the state.

  "You're part of the Misfits?" I somehow found words.

  "That's right," Fire said. "And what's a better way to spend a Friday night then fucking the shit out of Red Sin's whore in one of their bars?" They all laughed again.

  "Now turn around and take it like a good whore," Skull yelled.

  Fire grabbed me and swung me around, pushing my face down on the hard surface of the bar. It was only then that I saw Earl, the owner, tied up and gagged bloody in the corner.

  Fire yanked my skirt up and pulled my panties down to my knees. "I'm not sure you've ever had a cock this big before, bitch, hope you don't cry too much." Then he paused. "Oh, who am I kidding? I hope you do!"

  They all laughed and howled and I heard Fire's belt buckle jingle as he undid his pants.

  "I call next," Skull announced.

  I struggled and Fire knocked me in the back of the head so hard that the room started to spin. I couldn't believe this was happening, all those years of avoiding situations exactly like this.

  And now it was over, all over.

  Chapter Two

  CUTTER

  "Oh my God, baby, yes. YES. YES!" The blonde leaned over the balcony and shook her ass up and down in the air. "Your dick feels so damn good in this pussy, baby."

  I had railed this chick all damn night and she still wanted more. Not that I was complaining but she talked too damn much. Just let me get the fuck off and shut the hell up. Clearly, I was dominating that pussy or she wouldn't have cum four times already.

  I dug my cock harder into her and she gasped. "Oh, Cutter, you're bad."

  Yeah, no fucking kidding.

  She talked too damn much. I knew she wasn't a good girl when I brought her upstairs from the bar but my options had been slim and I had been too fucking horny t
o go home and jerk off alone. She didn't have the whole innocent thing going on, she had the whole desperate thing down, though.

  She opened her chicken mouth again and I put my hand over her mouth, stopping her from saying another word. At this point, I was never going to cum if she didn't shut the hell up.

  She moaned against my hand, totally into what I was feeding her. I tightened my grip and plowed my throbbing bulge deeper into her, imagining that she was a good girl who was giving me a part of herself she rarely gave to anyone else.

  The image was enough to set me over the edge and I pulled out, exploding all over her ass with one final thrust. When I was sucked dry, I pulled back and opened the sliding glass door, heading back inside without waiting for her.

  I grabbed my jeans off the floor and pulled them on then threw my leather jacket over my t-shirt. Time to get the hell out of there. Whatever her name was appeared at the back door, giggling. "That was so great."

  "Uh-huh," I said, even though it had been average.

  She stepped inside and grabbed her panties off the floor, pulling them up over her skinny thighs. "So, when can I see you again?" She glanced around the room then took her bra off a lampshade when she spotted it.

  I ran my hand through my dark hair. "You can't."

  She swung around, forgetting about her half on bra for the moment. "Excuse me?" The eyes that were just flirty and filled with pleasure seconds ago now looked like little slits filled with ice.

  Why did they always act so damn shocked when I told them what it was? What the hell did she think was going to happen, that I was going to follow her up to her hotel room, fuck the shit out of her, and then actually want to settle down with her and start a relationship?

  What a fucking joke.

  I rolled my eyes. "Don't act all surprised, please."